Xiao Chifeng returned to the VIP room where Ya Ting and their group were, wearing a face of supreme gloom.
As soon as Ya Ting saw his sour look, he joked, "Boss, how come you're not happy after seeing the little sister-in-law?"
Xiao Chifeng sat down and ignored him, took out a pack of cigarettes, and took one out. Just as he was about to light it, Ya Ting swiftly offered him a flame just in time.
Xiao Chifeng moved over, lit the cigarette, took a deep puff, and exhaled again, creating one smoke ring after another that dissipating ceaselessly into the air.
He suddenly had the feeling that his relationship with Shen Qingcong was as evanescent as this smoke, seemingly set to disappear without a trace with a single gust of wind, leaving no trace behind.
She didn't want to go back with him, insisted on staying here. Even though he understood her thoughts and her choice, he just couldn't settle his heart, a breath was stuck in there, unable to rise or settle, suffocating him.
